Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 781

William was a very sentimental person. If it weren't for his feelings for Matilda over so many years, he wouldn't have endured her attitude in the past. Later, his feelings for her were almost worn out, so he thought that it would be for the best if they got divorced. However, she had changed almost overnight.

When he saw her, his heart had pounded hard and fast for some inexplicable reason. He was no spring chicken anymore, so it would be embarrassing for him to tell anyone about it.

Anyway, it was an extraordinary feeling.

But if someone told him to reconcile with Matilda immediately, he wouldn't dare to do so either. The trauma of the past was still there. Even if she had changed, he didn't believe that she could change completely.

As he chatted with Old Mrs. Constance, Sophia and Matilda both came down the stairs, followed by John, who was looking quite amused.

Matilda mumbled as she came down the stairs, "I did actually wake up once but watching her sleep so well, I felt drowsy again and fell back asleep. I never sleep so much, alright? It has never been possible."

Sophia was a bit unhappy at that, so she swiveled around to look at Matilda. "How could you blame me for this kind of thing? You never fail to impress me." She was a little angry and added, "So what if we slept all afternoon? It's such a normal thing to do. Why do you have to make it sound like it's something extremely shameful?"

Matilda glanced at Sophia. "It's normal for you to sleep all day, but it's not for me." The two of them didn't look like people from two different generations; they appeared more like sisters instead.

When Matilda came down and saw William, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and greeted, "You're back."

Seeing her, William smiled. "It doesn't matter. You should rest when you're tired. No one will mind."

Matilda pursed her lips and didn't say a word. The Constance Family used to have many rules, but most of the rules were set by herself. Sophia was even scolded by her before for sleeping too much in the afternoon. Now she herself was sleeping in the afternoon too. Even though no one said anything to her, and even Sophia didn't mind about it, she still felt rather mortified in her heart. It was like the pot calling the kettle black.

Since dinner wasn't ready yet, all of them went to sit on the sofa. Sophia leaned back on the sofa lazily, squinting as she listened to John talking about the company. She was a little absent-minded. After being lost in thought for a while, she pricked up her ears and heard John saying that he had finally caught the instigator behind Matilda's injury.

However, the man was probably not the ultimate mastermind but just another pawn. However, now that they had caught him, it would be easier to trace him to the mastermind.

Sophia sat up. "Is it Old Leopard?"

John nodded. "It's him. He is as slick as a man can be. The one that my subordinates had caught before was a fake. This guy knows that he's doing shady business and was worried that we would be looking for him, so he deliberately arranged for a stand-in to divert attention away from himself."

Laughing, he continued, "He's quite savvy. After being caught by my subordinates, he still pretended not to be the actual man himself. His acting skills are really something."

Intrigued by the man, Sophia immediately asked, "Did you lock him up? I want to meet him."

John paused briefly. He immediately remembered Sophia's latest masterpiece and said rather helplessly, "This man doesn't have a great physique. If you go, I think he'll literally die in your hands. Hence, I think it's best you skip this."

Hearing that, Sophia instantly became displeased. "Are you even listening to yourself? What are you even saying? He got someone to harm me and even hurt Madam Flintstone. I have to go and see for myself who it is, right? My request is completely reasonable, understand?"

John was well aware of how silver-tongued Sophia was. He raised his hand and patted the top of Sophia's head. "Will you please let me deal with this matter by myself? Otherwise, I'll feel useless to have to depend on you for everything."